So, I've decided to specify POVs. It's Antonio now. Also, side note, the pictures have nothing to do with anything, I just liked them, heh.

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In my life as Antonio Fernandez the assassin, I only have two priorities. Get the mission done and keep my friends and allies safe. Currently, two of those priorities were laying themselves on a silver platter before my eyes. Just in the alley ahead stood Matthew, though he concealed himself well, and my target with a knife in her hand. Time seemed to freeze as I dashed to Matthew's side, my hands reaching for my foldable axe (For those confused, those who have long weapons like a hockey stick or an axe have a handle which can be folded much like one of these shovels you can fit in your back pocket) before Hell could break loose. But no, the woman did not attack. Instead, she began slashing at some old paper on the wall. I furrowed my brows in confusion. She was right there, defenseless... I could kill her, but curiosity got the better of me and I didn't move, instead waiting to see what her actions really were.

She continued slashing for a bit then turned on her heel. I did not let her register who we were and why we were here before I sliced her head off. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and began rummaging through her pockets, before thinking it was probably better to just take her coat. Doing so, I checked to make sure there was nothing of importance on her. Just as I was about to leave her corpse, a glint of metal caught my eye. Kneeling back down, I moved aside her scarf to reveal a locket. I took it off, pried it open, and grinned. There was a computer chip. Jackpot. 

I made to tell Matthew, but found him staring at the slashed parchment paper. I looked too, and at first found nothing particular about it with the exception of the oddness of the situation. But then, peering more attentively, I saw a pattern. Morse code. A message for the next member to come, then. Very clever. 

"They are here." 

That's all it said.

I think I knew who 'they' were, and it was not a settling thought. "I think I'll stay here and wait until the next member arrives." Matthew spoke softly, as he always did. One look at him told me he was exhausted. "Perhaps Alfred or Francis should, you look tired." He waved me off for that statement. "No, no, I'm fine, besides, that would delay them." He said, but I wasn't convinced in the slightest. "But this is a solid lead, and don't you think it would be a shame if something were to happen due to your exhaustion?" Well, that sounded less evilly manipulative in my head. The Canadian sighed, considering. "We should check if any of them have solid leads first." I nodded at his condition, getting out of my phone with my free hand and texting Francis one word; "Anything?" I got a declination, and told him to come to my location. Us LON members can track each other's phones with ease, but only us, thank Dios. (Spanish for God)

Soon enough, Francis arrived, both of us immediately filling him in on what happened. It was agreed that Matthew would get the information and any objects on the target back to Berlin through Emil since he was the first one we managed to contact. Francis would wait and watch for the next member from the rooftop of a building that looked to this alley. I dragged the corpse further in, right next to the Morse Code. Give The Order a little scare. My job was technically done, so I was to contact any of the backup members and make my position with them.

Meanwhile, I would like to just walk around the city. Not do anything, just sightsee. Do something mundane, something normal. Hetalia really had nothing that special about it, but was still nice nevertheless. I leapt at any chance to do anything that had nothing to do with assassination. I didn't hate my life and job, no, I enjoyed it at times, but a break was always welcomed. 

As I traipsed Hetalia's streets, thoughts began swirling in my mind. Thoughts that always plagued an unoccupied assassin's mind. Thoughts of inner peace, thoughts of a clean slate, thoughts of family, friends. Thoughts of normality. I doubt there was even one of us who never dwelt on such thoughts. If there was, well, there was something wrong with them in more ways than one.

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Chapter's a bit short this time, I know. But it felt right to end it here. If you reached this note, thanks for reading so far.